Can we once sit back and silently observe the world all around us, or must we always find ourselves distracted to the point of abandon?
While our heads may demand continual exodus, our hearts are recklessly tossed aside and left only to absorb all the misbegotten loneliness.
It’s exhausting always being on. It’s exhausting because that’s not what we were designed for, not what will breach the ever-widening chasm between birth and death.
Return, now, to the unlicensed wanderings of youth – even if only for the first time.
Stop, exhale, and drift away in freedom